Today I am eleven, this book was a gift from the closest thing to a friend I have had in a long while, her name is Rynn and she is the scribe to Lord and Lady Cornwell.

Speaking of whom, I should introduce them.

Lord Cornwell is tall, hard, and stoic, resulting in a somewhat imposing manner. His Lady, on the other hand, is small, and kinder than most I have known. They have one son, Raymond, who is not quite a year in age and shares his parents red hair and his mother's brown eyes.

I now suppose I shall attempt to describe myself to the best of my ability.

I have long blond hair and my eyes are the color of a clear lake, or so I'm told. It is the combination of these two that lead most to the false conclusion I am a girl. This is a common mistake I am willing to put up with, for a time.

But enough about me, this book is to hold a record of my numerous adventures at House Cornwell.

Starting tomorrow because I'm wanted elsewhere.